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[Ditto Armunn]

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There it was....Tarothin's talking ball. It sat there on the bedchamber desk. Hinting that it held the answers to all her questions.
Ditto sat in the middle of the huge bed, staring at the crystal ball, biting her lip while trying to fight the urge to ask it just one question. Tilting her head, she pondered. 'It's na as though it would actually curse me with a plague. It's threatened that ta me many times and has na yet done it.' She furrowed her brow in her annoyance at the thing. 'Why, it has even lied ta me on many occassions. I dun even think it would tell me the trueth now anyway.' She pouted and folded her arms firmly, then turned her head away as if refusing to listen to a conversation.
One brow on her soft, pouting face went up as she continued her thoughts. 'It is so very shiney and sparklie though...mebe just one...?' She turned to face the ball again and smiled. It had helped her out in the past sometimes. When she was looking for a good place to eat it had told her right where to go once. And the time it told her she was going to have a son and not a daughter, it had spoken the truth then as well. Caught up in her thinking, she didn't notice that she had slowly scooted herself to the edge of the bed, closer to the crystal ball. Nor did she seem to notice that she stood and walked slowly towards the desk, as she became transfixed on the glistening inside the magical sphere.
Extending her arm out and reaching for it with her fingertips, Ditto let out a loud gasp as a magnetic energy pulled her palm against the smooth glass. She tried to pull away from it but couldn't and looked around frantically for help. An all too familiar energy penetrated into her hand and up her arm. Shocked, Ditto turned back to the ball, but saw instead, that it was the Well of Memory that held her hand firm against it. A white, illuminating light filled with the memories of dozens upon dozens long since dead ancestors travelled into her very being. Thousands of faces of people she had never met...feeling hatred and love for things that she couldn't understand....battle cries from wars she'd never seen...visiting places she'd never been to.
This could not be. Not here. That was in the Young Kingdoms. They left the Well of Memory behind them. The memories were very real, if not her own. Ditto bit her lip hard, drawing blood as her head throbbed in agony. The last time this had happened, she had inadvertantly opened a gateway of Chaos, beginning the war now being fought in her home realm. Had she been tricked again to bring about the same thing here in this realm? In Sosaria?
Tears of pain at such a psychic assualt streamed down her face until she finally managed to scream aloud.....
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]

[Tarothin Armunn]

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In the back of his mind he could hear a faint scream. But upon waking up he realized the scream was comming from the other side of the Bed. Sitting up quickly and looking towards Ditto's shadowy form. He hurried and put his hands on Ditto, trying to wake her from what only can be another dream of hers.

"Love, wake up." As his eyes adjusted in the moonlight, she had stopped screaming but still had her eyes closed.

Laying her gently back down, he can feel the wetness of sweat covering her body. Hurring and grabbing a flint and tinder, he struck it getting the candles lit, then turning to Ditto's still sleeping form, thinking...

[Ditto Armunn]

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A sudden flash of light enveloped the room, blinding Ditto into complete darkness, and jerking her body backwards, without falling. The well of Memory was gone, and so too was the assault on her mind. She seemed to be laying down in a warm soft place. Her skin felt damp as though it had rained. Had it rained? Maybe she had been swimming...

And then Ditto regained her focus as she felt the presence of someone very near. Someone..watching her. Her senses became clearer and she could feel who it was that watched her. She hadn't opened her eyes in her half awake state and right now, she didn't want to. Her eyes were too heavy and she was enjoying the feel of his closeness too much. She felt much too comfortable to want to waken just yet. So comfortable, so safe, so loved.

Ditto wiggled closer against Tarothin, tossing her leg over his, and let out a contented sigh as she began to drift into a more normal sleep.
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]